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When I meet them,
I wear a monkey cap,
sweater, gloves, jeans, shoes.
Sometimes, even scarves.
Not letting their chillness
to touch my skin.

When I come back,
I shed those clothes of warmth,
masks; on the floor.
Lying naked on my mat,
I try to write-
something.
Some words
that can withstand
the chillness of their gaze.
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(Random thoughts - 2012)